Songs I Write | VII

Primary

I reflect on our primary school days
How's your brother been? You still in the same place?
You smarten up enough to receive a good wage?
Found a partner, found a pathway straight up to the gate?
I misremember moments that we shared
Underneath the trees, in the field, in the shed
I gave you my sunshine, I gave you my best
And I guess it doesn't matter, I've been grateful that I cared

Every other month I get these flashbacks and they tease
Some intricate details of when you had sat next to me
I haven't seen you in years, haven't spoke a word in three
Wonder are rumours true, when I dream of you, you're thinking of me?
You thinking of me?

I sporadically speak quite ecstatically
Of all the contact that we had and lost classically
Young childhood crush, fallacious love comes so easily
We'd wake up, fantasise stuff, choose naivety
I'm a grown woman now, handled some shit
Going through the motions without handles and shit
So I hold onto myself where memories sit
In the rear view of my mind, I wave to the departed

Every other month I get these flashbacks and they tease
Some intricate details of when you had sat next to me
I haven't seen you in years, haven't spoke a word in three
Wonder are rumours true, when I dream of you, you're thinking of me?
You thinking of me?

I'm a grown woman now, handled some shit
Going through the motions without handles and shit
So I hold onto myself where memories sit
In the rear view of my mind